Request by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (who was also the best beta ever!!): Running into dean at a liquor store, your ex and love of your life. You get to talking but he never mentions his pregnant wife until she walks over with a bottle of wine to take to Sam’s for dinner. It’s Christmas and you are very single.

Warnings: I think there’s light cursing in there. Barely. Which is weird because I curse like a sailor.

Word Count: 3,206. (Yay, rambling.)

A/N: YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO FANTASTIC. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND ALL THE LOVE. Tbh, I expected like, eight notes on the first one, but y'all exceeded my expectations. If I had the money, I would buy all of you puppies and kittens and chocolate and food and the works. Thank you so much!! I present to you an entire load of trash.

SIDE NOTE: Also again, thanks to @ourforgottenboleros for being my second pair of eyes and editing and proofreading. GO READ HER STUFF. I AM HER NUMBER ONE FAN. JOIN MY FANCLUB.

“You read my mind,” you replied with a grin. “I’ve been dying for a bagel since yesterday morning. And please, Y/N works just fine.”

It was around 5:15 in the morning, the sun already piercing the night’s veil of darkness, cueing the pigeons to rise and harass the inhabitants of the Big Apple.

This definitely wasn’t what you’d anticipated. You were supposed to do one last round in the ER, make sure you’d discharged everyone, if not already admitted the more serious cases, then gone home to sleep for the mere five hours before it was time to start your life again back at the hospital. And what exactly were you doing now?

Completely disregarding your body’s desperation for sleep. Going for bagels. With a stranger.

No matter how much you wanted to reprimand yourself, it seemed as though part of you had already come up with logical excuses for your irresponsibility.

Disregarding your desperate need for rest? You function perfectly on three hours of sleep. You’ve trained for this. This is your life.

Going for bagels? You haven’t had a solid meal in about eighteen hours. The most you’ve had to eat was a cookie an attending doctor had offered you late yesterday morning.

With a stranger? He’s cute. That’s that. (Because Lord knows you have a handful of other reasons why it’s a good thing to go out with this guy, but let’s not even get you started.)

He nudged you with his elbow as you both made a left on Broadway, breaking you away from your internal interrogation between you and your conscience. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Not wanting to make him feel bad for not only keeping you an hour longer at the hospital but also cutting your time for sleep even shorter than it already is, you simply smiled at him, feigning confusion. “I’m just so hungry, I can’t decide what kind of bagel I wanna get. They all sound so good right now.”

“Well then, don’t let me tell you about what kind of spreads you can get too because that’ll just throw you for a loop.”

Both of you shared a quick laugh and you nudged him right back.
“Thanks for the invite,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, when she’s gorgeous, I can’t just let her slide.” Lin simply shrugged as if this was no revelation to either you. He turned his head to look at you and chuckled a little. “But in all seriousness, I didn’t want the conversation to end, so I took a shot and thankfully, you said yes, and here we are.”

“Well then, I’m glad you didn’t throw it away.”

“Not as glad as I am.”

The two of you walked the rest of the way in content silence, basking in each other’s presence like this was a daily ritual of yours. Your steps fell in sync with his, left foot, right foot, all the way down the busy sidewalk. When you reached the door of Mike’s Bagels, he held it open and gestured for you to enter the lively bagel joint.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the growing group of people crowding around the counter, giving you more of a view of the assortment of bagels.

“Onion, sesame, poppy seed, chocolate chip, cinnamon raisin, blueberry, spinach, spinach and cheese, just plain cheese…” He turned his head to look at you, searching for an answer.

You simply stood there looking down at where both of you connected, too distracted by the fact that he still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“There are a lot of choices,” he started. “But might I suggest the cinnamon raisin with strawberry cream cheese? Because that’s what I’m getting and that’s the best one, in my not-so-humble opinion.”

Finally managing to break your gaze away from both of your hands, you flashed him a quick smile.

Lin brought you back over to the end of the line (crowd, really, because apparently no one knew about single file here,) and you both waited for your turn. Without a single word, he laced his fingers between yours, intertwining them with ease.

Lord, I’m gonna die by the time this is over, aren’t I? you thought.

“Have you been here before?” He asked you, bringing you back to reality from your internal monologue.

“No, but I walk past it every day. I typically go to Bagel Boss.”

“Looks like we’ve got a new place then.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards into the sweetest of grins, and it was nearly enough to melt you into a puddle of helplessness and glee.

We? What do you mean by ‘we’?

Just as you were about to question his word choice, you were silenced by the sound of the teenage boy clearing his throat from behind the counter in an attempt to capture your attention.

“Two cinnamon raisin bagels with strawberry cream cheese,” Lin ordered before turning to you. “Baby, do you want it toasted?”

Baby?!

You couldn’t do anything but nod with an incredulous look etched on your face.

Had he not let go of your hand to reach into his pocket for his wallet, you would’ve stood there for the rest of the day, dumbfounded and speechless.

But hey, Mama didn’t raise no freeloader, and regardless of whether this breakfast was a date or not, you weren’t about to let a stranger pay for your food. You quickly reached into your messenger bag and grabbed your wallet, immediately pulling out your debit card and handing it to the cashier.

“I can’t let you do that,” you answered with a shake of your head. Bringing your attention back to the poor confused kid behind the counter, you stretched your arm out further, encouraging him to take your card.

After a bit of a struggle, you heard grunt followed by a victory whoop coming from Lin, and next thing you knew, the kid shrugged.

“Sorry, ma’am, he just reached over swiped his card.” The cashier snickered a little as the receipt printed from the machine. He ripped it and handed it to Lin. “You guys are order number 58.”

Lin placed his right hand on the small of your back and ushered you down the long counter before finding your hand to hold again.

“How’d you that? Why’d you do that? I told you not to do that.”

Words were flying out of your mouth, and no matter how hard you tried, they just wouldn’t stop.

He motioned towards an empty booth at the very front of the already tiny, hole-in-the-wall shop, gently pulling you to it.

“Y/N, it wouldn’t be a proper date if I didn’t take care of the tab.” He replied with a laugh. “I told you, I got it.”

You slid into the booth and watched him follow suit with his Rico Suave moves. “But I told you not to–”

He cut you off quickly and patted your hand. “Shh, shh, it’s all over now.”

You tried your hardest to remain frustrated, but the tone of his voice, the warmth of his palm on yours, the sweetness in his eyes – you were melting.

And there you both were, practically front and center of the entire place, gazing into each other’s eyes. It was just as cliché as it sounded. Screw your already fucked up sleeping pattern, forget your dire need to satisfy your voracious appetite, never mind the fact that the man who just invited you out to breakfast on a whim was a complete stranger. Something about this, about him, felt normal.

Lin stood up to pick up your order from the end of the counter, leaving you with both countless thoughts racing through your mind and endless subconscious silence.

“Tada!” He proclaimed as he set the basket in front of you. “Shit, he forgot the cups for coffee. I’ll be back.” He began walking back to the cashier, but came back four steps later. “Cream and sugar?”

You looked up at him and simply smiled, nodding quickly before watching him walk backwards with a sly grin on his face to reciprocate your own.

The sweet aroma of the warm bagels before you made your head spin, and you suddenly remembered how desperately starving you were. Without missing a single beat, you dove in, practically devouring nearly a quarter of the entire thing in just a single bite. You were one with the bagel. There was no such thing as you and the bagel. It was you and you were it.

You were too focused on relishing the flavor of the cinnamon with the occasional raisin here and there, all intertwined with the creamy strawberry spread between both halves – you were in heaven.

And you would’ve remained in heaven until you’d consumed the entire bagel, but you were interrupted by the scent of coffee rising up, sending the synapses of your brain into near neurosis.

You saw two coffee cups stacked, one standing on top of the other’s lid. For a moment, you didn’t put two and two together and your lack of comprehension broke you away from your split-second of nirvana.

Lin picked up on your brief lapse of confusion and showed you his bandaged left hand, reminding you that the poor guy only had mobility of his free hand, and suddenly, you were hit with an pang of guilt because you knew damn well you should’ve gotten the coffees instead of allowing him to struggle.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I should’ve helped you,” you started to apologize.

“I told you, it’s a date. Not to enforce gender norms, but this is what I do. So this is yours, two creams, two sugars,” he spoke as he handed you the top cup before taking a seat across from you.“I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee, so I went super generic.”

“Either you’re psychic or you’re just fantastic at assumptions,” you replied, graciously taking the cup in front of you and taking a quick sip of its contents. “Hmm, is this French Roast?”

Lin froze and grimaced. “I-I can switch it out for you if you don’t like it. I just didn’t know what–”

“I love French Roast. You really must be psychic.”

“Well, I mean…” he began coyly before breaking into a soft chuckle. “Columbian was out, and that was right next to it, so it was just chance. But hey, if you wanna believe I’m psychic, then I have no problem playing the part for you.”

You threw your head back in laughter and he joined you, his hearty laugh seemingly harmonizing with yours.

He took notice of your partially consumed bagel. “Good, right?”

“The best, honestly. I’ve eaten at Bagel Boss since I moved to the city, but this place has managed to open my eyes.”

“Wait ‘til I show you my version of NYC.” He brought his hand up in the air to mock the presentation of a billboard. “‘Lin’s New York City Tour.’ Restaurants, record shops, bookstores, I’ve got a list of all the hidden gems. Does that sound enticing to you?”

Your mouth full of yet another bite of the bagel, you gave him an affirming nod.

It did sound enticing. Despite the fact that you were born and raised in New York, you still weren’t too familiar with the city. You were accustomed to suburban living having grown up on Long Island. Sure, you and your family ventured into the city every now and then, but there was nothing Long Island didn’t have that you needed to leave it. And even though you’ve lived in the city for a solid eight years, you never really had the time to explore because of how much of your life you spent in a lab or at the hospital. The most you knew about your new surroundings was the fact that your workplace didn’t require you to take the subway and that your upstairs neighbor had two toddlers that enjoyed pretending their apartment was a jungle gym. Of course, you knew more than that, but the point was you never really had the time to familiarize yourself. To this day, this was a foreign place to you and the unfamiliarity of the city only made you wallow in loneliness more and more every second you shared with your own company.

“Alright, I already talked your ear off back at the ER, so I think it’s fair that you get a chance at revenge.”

After taking a long sip of your coffee, you shook your head with a smirk plastered across your face. “You didn’t talk my ear off, Lin. I told you I enjoyed the conversation.”

“Y/N,” he began to whisper, holding a hand to his cheek as he leaned forward. “That was your cue to tell me all about you.” He sat back in the booth, a sly grin growing quickly on his face.

“I rest my case,” you giggled before finishing the last bite of your bagel. “I don’t really have an interesting story, especially compared to Hamilton.”

“Don’t be so modest, Y/N, you’re already interesting to me and I did all the talking earlier.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “And plus, I’m not on a date with the dead white dude on the ten-dollar bill. I’m here with you.”

Damn it, your cheeks were burning yet again, and at this rate, you were positive they were perpetually red. Of course, you had to play it cool though.

Born in Queens, raised in Hicksville, attended private schools your entire childhood. Your parents divorced when you were thirteen, just three months after your one and only sister was born, leaving you to grow up faster than anticipated. With your father completely out of the picture, you suddenly found yourself being your mother’s rock, your sister’s keeper, and the glue that held the three of you together. High school went by quickly, not only because time suddenly flew, but you were lucky enough to graduate two years sooner than the usual student (despite having to juggle helping your mother parent your sister and homework from your countless AP classes), Pre-Med at Tufts, Allopathic Medical School at Cornell, internship at Columbia University Hospital, and you were currently completing your residency there.

“And now you’re all up to speed. The end.” You brought your cup up to your lips and took a drink, emptying out the remainder of its contents, not making too much of an already boring story.

“Now she’s a big shot with a gigantic needle and stitches.” Lin’s grin spread across his face from ear to ear. “Tell me more.”

“There’s not much more to tell,” you replied truthfully.

There really wasn’t anything else to tell.

“Sure there is,” he quipped.

You brought a hand up to your mouth to cover up a yawn as you shook your head.

“Okay, okay, let’s get you home, sleepyhead,” he said as he started to clean up.

“Told you my story was boring,” you half-joked, lending a hand in tidying up the table. “Even I was on the brink of sleep.”

“Now who’s a dork?”

He made a goofy face at you as you both slid out of the booth and stood up. With the two coffee cups your hand and the empty baskets in Lin’s, the two of you shuffled around the ever-growing crowd in the shop before approaching the trash bin.

And of course, like the sweetheart he was, he held the door open for you and escorted you out of Mike’s Bagels and back onto the sidewalk.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, and you did nothing in protest.

“Thanks for breakfast, Lin,” you murmured softly, your exhaustion reaching its peak. “I had a lot of fun.” In your periphery, you could see a faint smile growing into a toothy grin.

“You made it fun, so thank you.”

Dropping his arm, his hand found yours once more and this time, you had no problem letting your fingers intertwine with his.

“Wait, are we walking in the direction of your place or am I just leading you nowhere?” He asked suddenly, slowing his steps.

“No, we’re going in the right direction. I’m just on 156th Street,” you assured him.

“Good,” he replied with a squeeze of your hand.

Silence surrounded both of you, and the two of you simply enjoyed it, feeling perfectly content in each other’s company. You strolled past the building traffic along Broadway, amidst the other inhabitants of the city whisking by, in the middle of blaring horns and cursing drivers, there was still nothing more that made you feel more at ease than merely holding his hand.

In a matter of six minutes, you and Lin had journeyed all the way down to your apartment building.

“Well, this is me,” you told him as your footsteps came to a halt. “I really enjoyed your company today.”

His fingers still locked with yours, he turned to face you. “When can I see you again?”

Despite having spent just a few hours with him, you basically knew how to play his game.

“When did you want to see me again?” you asked devilishly.

He wasted no time with his reply.

“Tomorrow.”

Even though you thought you knew the answer, his response still caught you by surprise and you found yourself giggling like a goof.

You gave his hand a quick squeeze. “I’m a busy person, so I’m gonna have to check my schedule.” You let go of his hand so you could rummage through your bag for a scratch piece of paper and a pen before jotting down your number.

Taking his hand in yours, you pressed the paper in his palm. Your gaze was locked on his for a moment before you were transfixed by his lips.

Inhale.

He pressed his lips against yours, feeling him grin into it, and you couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth from tugging into a little smile of your own as you reciprocated with just as much tenderness and sweetness.

“Tomorrow,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled apart.

Letting go of his hand, you slowly started up the stairs, still grinning back at him.

Once you reached the door, you unlocked it and stepped inside, waving to him from the other side of the window.

“Tomorrow,” Lin repeated with the same goofy grin still spread across his face, watching you walk away until you were no longer in his line of vision. “Tomorrow.”

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1.4k
Summary: You work part time at a café near your school. There’s a boy that you’ve realized is a regular and happens to be in your school too.

“Can I get one small coffee please?”

You recognized that face by now. It looks familiar but you can’t quite put your finger in it. He came almost every day, sometimes with his friends but most of the time alone. He always sat in the same place and played on his phone or his laptop.

“Your total is $3.50.”

You can feel his stare when you hand him his change but it’s not on your face.

“Thank you.”

‘He’s kinda cute. And it looks like he’s wearing the same school uniform as I do.’

“Hey, uh Y/N, you’re in my class right?”

“What? H-How do you know my name?” You know you’ve never spoken to him so how could he know?

He points at your chest.

“Your name tag.”

“Oh right. Yeah….”

“My name is Taehyung by the way. We’ve been in the same class for 3 years now.” He announces that proudly

‘3 years? How could I not notice him?’

You hear a voice calling for you, “Y/N! You can take your break now!”

“Okay!” You call back.

Taehyung looks at you. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. When he sees you walking out from behind the counter he quickly says, “Do you want to have coffee with me?”

You have no reason to say no so you quickly nod your head and get a coffee yourself.

The two of you sit down in his usual spot and awkwardly sip on your coffee.

“So Y/N. I have a question about the project we’re supposed to do. Can I ask you?”

“Uh sure. I’m not really smart or anything though, just saying.”

He lightly chuckles.

“You? Not smart? You’re the smartest person in all our classes.”

'Me? I don’t think so but….’

“Well anyway Y/N, I’m just confused about the entire project in general. Can you explain it to me?”

You don’t mind explaining to him but you can tell your cheeks were turning red because he keeps smiling at you with his boxy smile.

'How could I not notice someone so cute.’

Your break ends just as you finish up your explanation.

“Do you understand now, Taehyung?”

“Oh yeah! Thanks Y/N! ”

“Well, my break is over now but if you have anymore questions you can ask me.”

His smile drops when he sees you getting up to leave.

'Is he sad that I’m leaving?’

“Um. Y/N? Can I get your num-”

Taehyung is interrupted by the manager.

“Y/N. Can you cover the front? Something came up.” You hear as the manager say as she runs out the store with her coat half on.

You turn to Taehyung. He’s looking at you with puppy eyes.

'What was he saying again? Sounds like he still had a question’

“Taehyung. Uh. Hold on.”

You quickly scribble something on a napkin and pass it to him. And hurriedly jog to the cash register where a couple was waiting.

Taehyung looks at the napkin you put in his hand. He sees some numbers neatly written on it. With his eyes wide open, he looks at you but you’re busy putting in orders.

You look around the cafe but don’t see Taehyung anymore.

'He must have left’

About 30 minutes later, your shift is over and you head for the door. When you step outside you see Taehyung sitting on the bench right outside.

'He’s probably waiting for someone so I’ll keep walking’

“Y/N!”

You turn around and see Taehyung jogging towards you.

“Y/N, didn’t you see me there?”

“Oh. Taehyung, I did but I thought you were waiting for someone and didn’t want to disturb you.”

He tilts his head back and laughs.

“I was waiting for you.”

“You were? Why didn’t you wait inside? It’s pretty chilly today.”

“I already finished my coffee so I didn’t want to get in the way. I wanted to walk you home. It’s getting dark.”

“Oh no Taehyung you don’t have to!”

He pats you in the head and pulls you closer to him.

“Come on Y/N. I’m trying to be cool and manly. Let’s go!”

You end up letting him walk you home because you did feel safer walking back with a man.

On the way home you two talk about your classes, movies, and hobbies. As you talk to him you remember who he was. Kim Taehyung, the kid that always sat in the back with his friends. He was part of the rowdy group of kids you never bothered to pay attention to but he didn’t seem rude like the others. He definitely didn’t used to be so tall and good looking.

'Man, did puberty hit him like a truck’

Before you know it you arrive at your house. For some reason you feel sad to say bye. You stop at your front and look up at Taehyung.

“Y/N? Is something wrong?”

'I want to see him for some reason.’

“Hm? It’s nothing. You’re coming to the cafe tomorrow right?”

“Yep. I’ll try to go everyday.” he says with his boxy smile.

“And make sure you talk to me in school too.” Your face gets a little hot.

He pats you on the head which you find strangely comforting.

“I’ll definitely come talk to you tomorrow. Go in now. It’s late.”

You hesitantly walk in your house before quickly rushing out and call after Taehyung.

“Taehyung!”

He spins around immediately almost as if he was waiting for you to call after him. He looks straight at you, his eyes wide open with curiosity.

“Um. You know that napkin?” Your voice is quiet.

“What?” He walks up to you. “I can’t hear you.” He has the smile again.

“The napkin…. Even if you don’t have questions about the project you can call or text me. Like if you just want someone to talk to.” You can feel how red your cheeks are.

“Y/N, are you okay? Your face is red.”

“It’s nothing. I just like talking to you… Taehyung-ah. It seems like I really like you.” You look him in the eyes.

His cute boxy smile is gone. And that worries you.

'Oh no. I shouldn’t have said that! We just met today. Ugh how could I?!’

He puts both hands on your shoulders and leans towards you. When you see him closer you notice that he’s blushing pretty hard too.

“Actually Y/N, I know this can sound really creepy but I have noticed you for three years. And I always kinda liked you but was scared to talk to you. I don’t know how I did it today but I was really happy when you said you would have coffee.”

Its your turn to say something but you don’t know what to say. He liked me?

“It’s okay Y/N, you don’t have to say anything.”

You look down in embarrassment.
Taehyung lightly lifts your head with his hands and holds it so you look him in the eyes.

Before you can react he slowly leaned in and placed his lips on yours.
He stops to look at you for a second but goes back in for another kiss. This time you close your eyes and lean into the kiss, savoring his taste. He has one arm around your waist and one hand holding the back of your head. You didn’t notice but both your arms had made its way to Taehyung’s back.

You don’t know how much time passes but when the both of you pull away from each other, your lips feel swollen.

He licks his lips which makes you just barely hold yourself back from kissing him again.

You look down at your feet and so does Taehyung.

“Well this is awkward….”

A smile creeps on your lips and you start laughing.

When you look up, you see that boxy smile that probably made you fall for him.

He pats your head and says “Y/N. You should go in now.”

“Make sure you come to the cafe everyday. I finally found something fun to do on my break.”

“I’ll definitely come tomorrow. Now go in Y/N, you need your sleep.”

You kiss him one last time and run inside. It’s gotten quite cold.

That night, when you turned off your lights, layed on your bed, and closed your eyes all you could see was Taehyung kissing you.

'Need sleep, my butt. How am I supposed to sleep when all I can think of is him.’

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I just got back from my match against Carmella and I’m so happy I picked up the victory against her. As I’m walking towards the locker room I’m stopped by my boyfriend Dean Ambrose who has a water bottle in his hands.

“Hey babygirl , here ya go I’m so proud of you for winning tonight” he says while handing me the water bottle.

“Thanks babe, go get a victory tonight” I say while kissing him on the lips.

At that Dean leaves for the Main Event against AJ Styles and I go to the locker room.

“Thanks Naomi” I say. “ Ummmmm where is everyone?” I say while looking around the empty locker room.

“ All the girls left with there guys and friends to get a head start to get to the next town quicker” she says as she walks towards me. “Actually I’m supposed to go meet Jimmy at the car right now so I’ll see you at the live event tommorow” Naomi says as she gives me a hug. Then she walks out the door

At that I’m the only person in the Women’s locker room.

I decide to shower at the arena to save me time and after I put on a pair of black sweatpants and one of Dean’s shirts that I stole from his suitcase and decide to just wait for Dean in his locker room.

I get pretty bored so I decide to go thru social media, I open up Instagram and see WWE tagged me in a photo that they took of me before my match with Carmella. I decide to read the comments, something I almost never do.

“YES! MY BABY (Y/N) WON!”

“(Y/N) FOR SMACKDOWN WOMENS CHAMPION!”

“ (Y/N) is my idol , I love her so much”

I saw a lot of comments like these which made me smile, I have the best fans in the world. Suddenly I see other comments.

“ (Y/N) is such a ring rat, she sleeps her way to the top”

_“ It looks like she put on some weight #workoutfatty”
_

_“The only reason she was drafted from NXT was because of who she’s dating”
_

_“She has no boobs or butt whatsoever”
_

_“ Ugliest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on”
_

_“Her whole career is a joke”
_

_“ Dean and Renee are better! #DeanneFOREVER
_

_“ She needs to get some plastic surgery or something to make her better looking if that’s even possible, maybe then Dean won’t leave her for someone better”
_

Ouch. That last one stung really hard.

It was recently where I had learned to love myslef and that’s thanks to Dean. But is this what people really think of me?.

I shyly make my way towards the mirror and check myself out.

“No boobs or butt”

“I have gained weight, Jesus I can never be healthy”

“ I hate the scars on my face, they make me look like a freak”

“What if I only got drafted because of Dean”

“Ring rat?, I’ve only dated 1 person from this company”

“Maybe I can’t wrestle”

“I’m so ugly and disgusting”

This goes on for about 5 minutes.

Without even realising I feel tears streaming my face, I haven’t felt this bad about myself since high school. Then I break and I let out a sob.

“Hey baby I’m back-” Dean says as he walks in the locker room.

“Woah Woah Woah!!!, what happened?” he says as comes over and sees me crying, he quickly wipes my tears away and pulls me in hug.

His question is quickly answered as he hears my phone buzzing and then he walks over to it unlocking my phone.

I see him open up Instagram and he quickly skims thru the comments.

“Baby, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t check the comments” he says walking towards me.

“But they’re right Dean about everything!, I’m ugly, fat, I have no body shape whatsoever and you can have someone better than me!” I say , a few tears escaping.
“These are just a bunch of jealous people with nothing better to do” Dean says carresing my face. “Come ‘ere” Dean says while taking my hand in his.

We walk back infront of the mirror. He puts his arms around me and his head ontop of mine.

“Tell me what you don’t like about yourself” he says kissing my shoulder.

“I’ve put on weight” I say with sad face.

Slowly he lifts up my shirt a bit just to see my stomach.

“Those abs say otherwise, plus I see no weight gain”

“Well I think I have a boy body”

“Are you kidding me? You have so many beautiful curves which I love”

“ I hate the scars on my face”

“Those scars are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, It shows everyone my women is tough and badass, plus they’re reminders of your old wrestling days back in indie promotions and plus they’re not that bad and big”

:”I have no boobs or butt”

“You have a perfect body, your boobs are a perfect size; not to small or big and your butt was crafted by the God’s” he says while giving it a little tap. This makes me smile and laugh.

“Oh God, there’s that beautiful smile I fell in love with” Dean says while kissing the top of my head. “ Anything else?” he asks.

“Well I can’t wrestle and I don’t desereve you” I say in a hushed tone.

“That is bullshit, you can wrestle; there’s a reason you were the longest reigning NXT Women’s Champion , 367 days if I’m correct?.” Dean says.

“Andddd I don’t deserve you, you’re way to good to me YOU deserve better”. Dean says.

“That’s not true, I love you and I don’t want anybody else” I say while turning around a putting my arms over his shoulders standing on my tippy toes while kissing his nose.

“Well good you think that way because I’m never letting you go, you’re stuck with me forever” he says with a smile showing off his adorable dimples.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere” I say as I give him a peck on the lips.

“Do you feel better?” Dean says

“A little bit” I say.

“I’ll take that , just promise you won’t go thru comments again?” he says.

“I promise” I say while extending my pinky which Dean gladly accepts.

“If you ever need a pep talk , come talk to me; as you’re boyfriend it’s my pleasure to remind you how perfect you are” he says kissing my forehead.

“Alright you ready to go?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, just let me go get my luggage” I say.

As I’m walking to my luggage I see more notifications of comments being posted, so I decide to turn my phone off.

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 900+

A/N: I am so very sorry that I haven’t posted in a few days, school has me by the ass and I’m stressing over finals. I think Faking It only has one part left and then the series is over, BUT I DO HAVE TWO MORE SERIES COMING SOON one is a Steve one and another is a Bucky one. I also am going to write a few avengers x reader ones, so stay tuned. I haven’t written smut in like months so bear with me.

“Not the vase!” You shouted as Bucky scrambled to catch the marble vessel. He gave you an Areyouserious? look. “That probably costs more than this dress.”

Bucky carefully placed the vase back on it’s display. His hands found your waist once again before continuing the heated makeout session. He flung the car keys towards the floor, freeing his hands of the unnecessary object. Your fingers raked through his hair. Your grip tightened in his dark locks when his lips found the hollow of your collarbone. Something hard pressed against your thigh, with realization, you figured out that it was Bucky’s bulge.

It was a messy journey to the bedroom. By the time you reached the bed, Bucky’s hair was disheveled, his shirt was unbuttoned-exposing his toned abdomen, his pants were unbuckled and he was missing a shoe. He reached up to the zipper of your dress. Earlier, he had threatened to rip the dress off you, now your feared he would really do it.

“Bucky, if you rip the dress, I swear-”

“I’m not going to rip it, doll,” He whispered as he slowly unzipped your dress. A sudden chill went up your spine when his cool metal fingers grazed your bare back. Vigilantly, he got the dress off your body. His lips found yours once again, there was a certain need behind the kiss. A passion behind it that made you want more.

You hastily removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. As were his pants until he was left in only his boxers His hand began sliding down your abdomen before resting over your core. Bucky smiled against your skin when your breathing became more ragged. Ever so slowly, he began rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties.

“You’re so wet, doll,” He said dangerously low.

You bit your lip as a moan escaped your throat. His fingers pressed harder and you could feel the heat inside you intensify. Bucky’s fingers came to a halt, in one swift move, he curled his index and middle finger around the waistline of your panties and pulled them off.

You threw your head back in agitation as Bucky teased you. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs but making no effort to move towards your sex.

“Bucky, please,” You practically begged.

The smug smirk plastered on his face told you that he seemed to be enjoying the fact that you were squirming and growing agitated as the seconds passed. You pulled off his boxers and his erection spring free. He lowered himself over you. Foreheads touching and lips barely grazing. Bucky moved slightly, until his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Beg for it.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent you to the edge.

You were now irritated at all his teasing. Through gritted teeth you muttered, “I fucking hate you.”

He smiled and kissed you before entering your soaking wet paradise. Your breath got stuck in your throat and Bucky gave you a look of concern. You nodded for him to keep going. He grabbed your hips and began a steady pace. The familiar knot in your stomach began to form.

“Faster Bucky,” You between breaths. He did as you were told. The sound of skin on skin an your moans bounced against the vast room. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip on his forearms. A stream of curses and each other’s names fall from both of your lips as he continues to pound into you.

You now had him up against the headboard as you buried yourself on his length. The heat between your bodies intertwining as you straddled him. He grabbed your waist as you rode him. His hands moved up your body until they cupped your breasts. He pinched your nipples, you bit down on your lip so hard, you were scared you’d draw blood. You felt your walls tighten around Bucky’s length as your legs shook from building up the climax. He noticed your decelerated pace and lifted you up slightly before thrusting into you.

“Bucky,” You threw your head back.

“Fuck, doll,” He whimpered out.

Your fingers gripped the skin on his back as he did things that you never imagined. You’ve had sex, but not quite like this. He seemed to know every single right move and every single spot on your body and holy shit you loved it. Bucky winced when your nails dug into his back, you apologized, but he simply pressed a wet kiss against your neck. You felt yourself reaching your high.

Through uneasy moans, you were able to say, “Bucky I’m gonna come.” He bit down on your skin roughly and slapped your ass. A devilish smirk was plastered across his face as you ran your fingers through his locks.

You came in waves beneath him. You felt yourself unravel as his name rolled off your tongue. The knot in your stomach disentangled itself as you were thrown in a ocean of pure bliss. Your legs weak from all the effort and your heart beating violently. He collapsed on top of you. His hair was tousled and all over the place. The red markings on his back were clear, some had a few blood droplets. You hoped that when the hot water hit the scratches, that they would stink and he would be reminded of you.

He rolled off your body. “Goddamn, Y/N.” He paused. “You okay?”

“Better than okay, Bucky,” You managed to say. You raised your arm and he high-fived it.

A/N: This is part 3 of my Jungkook advent calender - like series and I hope you like it! This is the fluffiest smut I’ve ever written and idk how to feel about it lmao but now put on some love making music and enjoy! x

The barking of our puppy Kako and the sound of the door shutting signaled me that Jungkook had come home.

“Babe, what’s that that smells so good?” he shouted, making me grin. While he had taken Kako out for an evening walk I had decided to stay home and surprise him with a self-cooked dinner. The little puppy nearly ran me over in excitement when he saw me walking towards the hall, his tongue hanging out his mouth from all the energy he had just used up. Jungkook was taking off his coat when I turned around the corner. His hair was hanging in his face messily, a little wet at the tips where his hat hadn’t covered it, and his cheeks and nose were red from the cold. The second his gaze met mine, he smiled brightly and opened his arms, ready for me to fall into them. He felt cold all over but I melted into his familiar figure nonetheless, taking in his scent. He smelled of coffee and winter, making me close my eyes for a moment and smile.

“I made us dinner,” I announced proudly. “Did you have a nice walk?”

“Thanks baby,” he spoke into my hair, pulling away slowly, until he was holding me by the waist, his soft lips lingering on my forehead. “We did.”

While we were eating by the table, the usually easily excited Kako wasn’t even in the room, making me puzzled. Jungkook sat across from me, his hair had dried by then and his cheeks were a healthy color. When he complimented my cooking his eyes sparkled and crinkled up from the way he smiled, making my stomach feel like a million butterflies were flattering around inside it.

“Where’s Kako? It’s almost weird to eat without a puppy begging for food next to your feet,” I joked.

“He loved the snow so much, I think he’s tired out now. He was asleep just now,” he told me after chuckling a little. “I met Namjoon on the walk, by the way. He told me that they’d said on the news there’s gonna be a snow storm tonight and that people shouldn’t go outside if it’s not urgent.”

“Wait, really? That’s kinda scary,” I admitted, collecting the last bits on my plate with my fork. The young man in front of me reacted with a cheeky chuckle.

“It’s just the weather, baby, we’ll be fine,” he teased. “I’ll keep you warm, I promise.”

He smiled, suddenly a little shy while looking at his plate. Because his head hung low, his brown locks covered his expression, but I could make out his smile underneath.

“Oh? And how will you do that?” I asked, taking my chance to tease him back. He got up, taking both of our empty plates and bent down to my ear.

“Just wait and see.”

His simple words sent a shiver down my spine that didn’t go away for minutes. I decided to change into more comfortable clothes, choosing a pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants and a simple shirt, before I went back downstairs, looking for my boyfriend. My head peeked into the bedroom, nothing. Kitchen, nothing. Bathroom, nothing. Darkness had sunken onto the city, but I had lit multiple candles around the house, creating a cozy and warm atmosphere. When my search lead me into the conservatory, I didn’t find Jungkook but stayed for a moment either way. I was completely captured by the dark clouds in the sky, thick, heavy snowflakes swirling in the nervous air. The trees were shaken by the strong wind, and I imagined the noises the murmuring wind would make, how freezing cold it was out there, inmidst the empty, with snow covered fields and streets. From time to time, the wind would make the snow that was already on the ground lift up into the air, creating what almost looked like a little snow-tornado in the air. Hugging myself, I felt glad to be inside where it was at least a little warmer, although I didn’t feel fully comfortable. I was missing something, someone.

“Y/N!” I heard Jungkook’s voice call out. Instantly, I spun around and followed the sound, until suddenly I stopped in the middle of the hallway. All lights had gone out. At first, I thought Kookie was playing a trick on me, he was always playful after all. But then he called out my name again, sounding just as confused and surprised as I felt, so I tried making my way into the living room without bumping into the nearest wall. Luckily, some of the candles lead me the way, so I ended up there in one piece.

“Babe, what just happened?” I asked into the gloom, able to make out Jungkook’s figure near the lit fireplace. I couldn’t help but laugh out lightly when he came closer, holding his hands out like a zombie.

“Is that you?” he joked, running his hands over my face and shoulders until I pushed him playfully.

“Who else would it be? Santa?” I replied, chuckling. He replied with his adorable giggle and I felt sad I couldn’t see his face that moment.

“I think it might be a power blackout because of the storm,” he said when he had calmed down from his laugh. Slowly, my eyes were beginning to get used to the gloominess, able to make out his brown hair, curly from the melted snow that had caught up in his locks earlier.

“Let’s go find the fuse box then, shall we?” I questioned, feeling a little uneasy at the thought of having no electricity around the whole house. Jungkook, though, didn’t seem to mind one little bit.

My eyes roamed the room, and I had to admit he was right. The lights of the candles were flickering lazily and the sound of the cracking wood beneath the fire was surprisingly calming. Only then I noticed the blankets, or should I say the cozy corner Jungkook had laid out in front of the fireplace.

“Alright. I didn’t know we had that many blankets,” I smiled, nodding my head at the pile of fluffy softness on the floor.

“Do you like it?” He asked, smiling shyly. “I thought we could cuddle a little, because I missed you today.”

“Jungkook, you saw me in the morning and came home at around half 6,” I chuckled, but found his words endlessly cute. And what was especially cute was the way he blinked at me, as if it was completely unacceptable when we didn’t spend every minute and second of the day together. Stubbornly, he shook his head and just pulled me into his frame, which I welcomed. The shirt I was wearing wasn’t exactly the warmest, and Jungkook’s chest was perfectly comfortable and gave off heat even through our two shirts. When he wrapped his arms around my back tightly, he began walking backwards, towards the blanket and pillow pile, making me almost tumble over his legs and chuckle in the process. In the end I didn’t protest when he made me lay down with him, facing the fireplace and him hugging me from behind. Through the gigantic amount of fabric underneath us I couldn’t feel the hard floor anymore at all, soft pillows stacked under our heads. My eyes shut when Jungkook’s lips brushed over my ear gently, placing a long kiss onto my neck. At the same time the warmth of the fire reached me, instantly making me relax. His hand found mine, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world. Meanwhile he continued kissing my neck, his soft lips distracting me from my tiredness and the state of relaxation I had been in, instead lighting a small flame in the pit of my stomach.

“Babe,” I mumbled, turning my head slightly. The dancing flames mirrored in his brown eyes as he stared into mine, a dreamy look on his face, his lips perfectly pink. He didn’t care to reply, he simply closed the remaining space between our mouths and kissed me softly, his hand squeezing mine gingerly, something he often did while we kissed. That second I had completely forgotten my want to sleep, I turned onto my back and returned the kiss, more hungry than before. His hair brushed my forehead, his lips gentle and soft on mine, his tongue slowly but confidently asking for entrance, which I gladly granted him. His hand lazily ran up and down my sides and the little contact made me shiver when my shirt rose up a little. He began kissing down my neck, paying attention to all the right spots, knowing what would make me melt underneath his touch all too well. Because my shirt was slightly too big for me, it was an ease for him to swiftly pull it down a little, reaching just above my boobs. I noticed him smiling when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra and shook my head in amusement. The way his hands ran over my body so gently, seeming so innocent but at the same time leaving me just wanting more, made me close my eyes, now able to feel every sensation as if it had intensified.

“So beautiful,” he complimented, his lips ghosting over my collarbone and back upwards to meet my own. I toyed with the fabric of his shirt, feeling his back muscles flex under my palms. When he pulled away he was breathing heavily against my mouth, his big brown eyes gazing into mine with so much endearment I never wanted him to look away. Smiling, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards until he reacted and took it off himself. The shadows and figures the firelight drew onto his chest and abs looked breathtaking. Jungkook wanted me to return the action and helped me out of my shirt as well, leaving me shivering as I lay back down.

“Are you cold?” he asked quietly, and before I could respond he pulled one of the soft blankets over his shoulders until it was hugging both of us with comfortable warmth. His hands didn’t leave a single spot on my skin untouched while his lips began nibbling on the underside of my boobs, paying attention to my nipples afterward.

“I love you,” I spoke, making Jungkook lift his head from where it had been hidden under the blanket and when he smiled his bunny smile my stomach fluttered in happiness and my heartbeat fastened around a hundred times.

“I love you too,” he said. As soon as his lips were molding onto mine again, his hips ground against my core, not roughly but still making me whine in need. His bulge made me know that taking our time took its toll on Jungkook, but he didn’t seem to mind as he simply returned to covering my upper bodies in hickeys. The simple touch of his lips against my skin made me feel like I was lying in a field of rose petals, but the further his tongue licked towards my lower region, the more the petals turned into fire. He lifted the blanket off his head so it was lying on my upper body, freeing my legs from the soft material. A little more eager than before, he began peeling off my (or his) pants, along with my underwear. Instantly, I let him settle between my legs, his head dipping lower as his hands caressed my thighs and hips in admiration.

“Jungkookie,” I moaned softly, not able to bear the way he stared but didn’t act. Usually he was a tease, he loved making me beg for him, but today was different. Not a second later I felt his hot tongue run over my center, first slowly, but when I sighed out loudly he got encouraged. I felt the wetness pool in my core at the way his tongue pressed against my clit, then taking it between his lips and even grazing his teeth over the bundle of nerves. I couldn’t react in another way then to let my head fall backwards, shutting my eyes and moaning softly over and over. I noticed the way my moans sounded, mixed with the wood cracking in the fireplace and Jungkook’s content hums against my core.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled, barely pulling away from pleasuring me as two of his fingers ran over my slit slowly, before entering me with care. He didn’t have to move his digits quickly to find my sweet spot, the way he curled them and slowly pumped them inside of me made my head spin and stomach twist in excitement.

“It feels so…good,” I breathed out, making him chuckle slightly, which then made his voice vibrate against my center, sending a new wave of pleasure through my body as his fingers didn’t seem to slow down one bit. His other hand was lying on my stomach, tenderly stroking over my skin, but my body seemed to blend out any other feel except for his tongue and fingers that now seemed to fasten their actions a little, making me bite my lip and almost forgetting to breathe now and then. For the next moments I grabbed the blanket beneath me tightly, needing something to hold on to as he licked over my sweet spot rapidly, the knot in my stomach tightening.

“Kookie, I’m-…,” I moaned, but broke the sentence halfway because my body took over my mind, pleasure running through each of my cells when his heavenly tongue flicked over my clit over and over and his fingers now hit an angle that made me see stars. My orgasm washed over me for a few seconds as he continued his work, my hands finding his locks and pulling on them softly, reminding him to slow down a little when my sensitivity became a bit too much. My heart fluttered when he looked back up at me, his lips glistening from my wetness and his eyes sparkling with love. He then got rid of his own sweatpants, throwing them a few meters away from us. My hand found his and pulled him back on top of me, the blanket warming his skin up as it covered us again. I could taste traces of myself on his lips, but I didn’t mind with the way his tongue swirled over mine, clouding my vision. Fondly, I ran my hands over his shoulders, down his back until they reached his hips, pulling him closer to me, silently bidding him. One of my hands found its way to his hardened member, stroking it gently. As if on command he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut at how sensitive he was after all this time, his mouth hanging open slightly as a gasp fell from his lips.

Guiding him to my entrance, he slid into me with ease, his head falling into the crook of my neck in relief. My hands ran through his hair at the nape of his neck, feeling every of his hot breaths against my skin as he began moving slowly inside of me. Now and then my name left his lips, along with sweet nothings and “I love you's” as my head went into a dizzy state once more whenever his member brushed over my g-spot. I watched as he attempted to look at me, but his eyes kept fluttering close when I clenched my walls around him, his forehead pressing against mine. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I felt every inch of my skin that touched his body heat up under the closeness. As he was able to hit deeper spots from his angle, I felt him twitch inside of me a little, showing me he was getting nearer to his high. His restless moans combined with the way I felt his heartbeat against my own chest made me smile out of nowhere, feeling perfectly happy right where I was. My thoughts got interrupted by his thrusts that became sharper and less controlled. His teeth grazed my shoulder, biting gently and surely leaving a mark as he groaned and released inside of me. With a couple more moves of his hips he rode out his high until he stopped completely. I whimpered slightly when he pulled out, the sudden loss of contact taking its time to get used to. Jungkook’s nose brushed against mine as he looked down at me, smiling sweetly before kissing me once more, this time with more affection and deeper than before. Then he lay down next to me, pulling me into his frame so my head was in the crook of his neck, his smell present in my nose as his hand played with my hair, making me sleepy in the process.

In the corner of my eye I suddenly saw a little fluffy something entering the room, wobbling over to us. The little dog took its place on Jungkook’s other side and placed his head on his chest, making me smile before my eyelids got heavier and Jungkook’s steady breathing lulled me into sleep softly.

“I’m going to turn in the money bags and the master till. You got the put-backs, right?” Bucky winked as you nodded your head, letting out a long sigh. “Just remember what I taught you and you’ll be fine,” he promised, grinning at you.

“I know. I just have to be confident,” you reminded yourself, plastering up a smile of your own.

“You can do it, Confident Turtle. I’m rooting for you.” Giving you one last smile of reassurance, Bucky carried the master till along with the moneybags to the cash room, leaving you alone at the registers. You watched him leave as the words he told you moments ago repeated in your mind. Heat rose to your face just thinking about it.

A couple of months ago I started the process of retagging and reorganizing
everything here. I had already posted Jeff’s filmography and list of events and
appearances. But I had also promised a masterlist for his photo shoots and
today it’s finally organized enough I can make it public lol All the
masterlists aren’t completely ready and organized yet but I believe it can
still make finding stuff much easier. If you find any mistake or problems,
please let me know. I’m still working on it.

“You said you loved me”-Jack Gilinsky part 3

You ran off the stage overwhelmed with emotions from the previous events from today. From him leaving you, to finding him with someone else, to still deep down still loving him. Tears rolled down your flaming cheeks. The tears were making your vision blurry and you couldn’t see anything but the tears in your eyes. You ran into something, someone. The new, but familiar smell of weed and aftershave filled your nostrils. You look up at Nate and the tears in your eyes finally fell. Nate didn’t say anything, but just wipes your cheeks and underneath your eyes. You starred into his brown and hint of green eyes. You look at the sympathy in his eyes which made you feel even worse.

Nate held you till your breathing became steady again. You heard the crowd chanting your name. “Nate, I-I cannot go back out there”,you said in a panic looking up at him. “I-I wanna go home”,you said in a low voice. “It’s ok, you’re not going near Jack anymore. I’ll get you home”,he said taking off his jacket and putting it around you. Nate put his arm around you and you two walked toward the door. “(y/n), wait up”,you heard someone running up behind you. “Leave me alone please. I can’t”,you said quietly, still walking with Nate. “(y/n), wait up!”,they said. “What else could you possibly fucking want from me!”,you turned around and screamed. You saw Johnson facial expression change. His face turned worried and full of sympathetic. “I shouldn’t have gotten you on stage. I knew Jack and you wrote that song, but G asked me to get you up there. He was going to apologize”,he said in a timid voice. “Apologize?”,you said laughing sarcastically. “Johnson, I deserve someone who gives a shit”,you said yelling and shaking your head. The pain from earlier was coming back. More tears sprang to your eyes and you quickly wiped them away.

“I know you do”,he said. “Then why humiliate my like that. That was a shitty thing to do to a friend”,you said. You then see Jack run from the backstage area. “Why did you run off? Are you okay?”,he said running to you. He grabbed your hand and you jerked away. “Don’t fucking touch me”,you snarled at him. “I never meant to hurt you like i’ve done today”,he said raspy voice. You looked at Jack. You noticed he was shaky. His eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. He has purple bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. The tear stains on his rosy cheeks were prominent. “You know what. I knew growing up that people are going to disappoint you, I kind of expecting that. But then one back I wokeup and realised you were the one causing that disappointment”,you backing away from him.

“Do you know I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t fucking think for what i’ve done to you. Its been eating me from the inside out for months! You were the love of my life and I fucking ruined it. You were so good to me and I lost you for a stupid mistake. I love you and you know I still do. I know you love me. And I know you love me because I’m the only person you’ve actually opened up to”,he said. “You don’t get to break someone’s heart and still say you care about them”,you said smacking him.

“Forget about me. Don’t contact me or my friends and family. Don’t think about me. Don’t write about me. Don’t visit me. Don’t come find me.”,you said. “Bye Johnson”,you said turning around to be embraced by Nate’s arm. He made you feel secure and warm again. You two were walking when you felt a sharp pain come between you and Nate. You fell to your knees from the impact. You looked over to see Nate on the ground too. You turned you head to see Jack holding some concert equipment. “(y/n), I only meant to hit him. I swear I didn’t mean to hit you”,he said dropping the item and falling to his knees next to you. You began crying. Crying harder and harder. You were done with the physical and emotion abuse from Jack. “Why do you keep hurting me”,you said in between crys. Jack put his hand on your lower back. You then felt nothing on your back and heard a hard hit on the wooden floor. You turned to see Nate punching Jack senseless.

You stood up and just stood there, shocked. You saw blood coming from Nate’s knuckles and Jack’s face. Your eyes met Jack’s. They were filled with pain and anguish. “Please stop”,you said with a now raspy voice from crying. You looked at Jack and he mouthed the words: “I’m sorry baby”. “Nate, that’s enough”,you said. The volume of your voice wouldn’t change. You finally screamed at Nate to stop. He got up and kicked Gilinsky one time. Pools of blood were by Jack’s head. Johnson helped him up and to one of the makeup chairs. You were taken back from the destruction. “Wanted me to take you home now”,Nate said. “please, just one minute. I’ll be in the car in a second”,you said. “I’m not leaving you with him”,Nate said gently putting a hand on your shoulder. “He would never hurt me, plus i think you did enough of that”,you said.

Nate walked outside to warm up the car. You walked over to the makeup chair. “Is your nose broken”,you said softly. “No, its fine”,he said wiping off all the blood. “Remember that time you broke your nose in 12th grade”,you asked him. “Yea you took care of me until the ambulance came”,he said smiling at you. “Where’s Madison”,you asked. You met his eyes in the mirror. They were hurt and defeated. “Goodbye Jack”,you said softly walking away. You were walking toward the door when you felt a cold hand grab your hand. “Don’t leave me”,he said softly. “You can’t walk away, when something is real. You don’t just throw people away”,he said.

“But you threw me away Jack”,you said taking your hand back. You turned around and continued walking toward the door. You head Jack fall to his knees and cry, hard. You knew if you continued walking away you’d be hurting him and you. But if you went back to him, you’d let him win. You let him think him cheating was okay and it wasn’t. You continued walking and you heard the door shut. You heard the fans shouting your name. You wiped the last tear you would shed on Jack Gilinsky. You climbed in the car with Nate and finally let out the breath you were holding in. “Ready to go”,he said putting his hand on your hand. You nodded your head and sinked back into the leather seat.

Summary – Tony
Stark isn’t a man who takes no for an answer, even if his feelings for you
complicate an already delicate situation.

Warnings – Tony
Stark’s flirting

Word Count – 1,641

Notes – She and
Tony are still trying to figure each other out in this part. There’s some sweet moments with her uncles
that my Bucky and Steve fans will enjoy. The next part will be strictly Tony x Reader
and it’s going to be a doozy!! Enjoy! As always, I appreciate all of your feedback
and questions!!!

“I don’t see any problem with it,” Tony replied. “She’s a big girl, and she seems like the
type that can take care of herself.”

“I don’t think you see the bigger picture here, Tony,” Steve argued.
“Bucky just found out… hell, I just found out that we actually have family
left. Do you really think it’s smart to
start something we both know you’re incapable of finishing?”

“You really have no faith in me, do you Rogers?” Tony asked, an
affronted look on his face as he stalked into the building.

Steve watched his retreating back as he walked away. “No, Tony.
I really don’t.”

The mission went as scheduled and
you were back in the States within a week.
You had called your mom and she had gone through your old school papers
and found the report that you had written about your grandmother. She was worried about you spending time with
Bucky. She understood your desire to
connect with the only remaining member of your dad’s family, but she was
concerned about his past and whether it would be safe to be around him. You assured her that he was perfectly fine to
be around, especially with Captain America right there. You had wanted to tell her about Tony Stark,
but you knew if she found out about your attraction to that man, she would be even more insistent that you not visit the
compound. You loved your mother, but she
could be a bit difficult at times, especially when she didn’t approve of your
life choices. She reminded you every day
of how hard it was to be the mother of a woman in the armed forces, never
knowing if her daughter was coming home alive or in a pine box. You had learned to carefully choose your
battles where she was concerned.